Chapter 8

Astrid

I wakeup with Caden wrapped around me. He's so hot, and I kick the comforter off, trying to cool off a bit.

"Mhm," he grunts, shifting closer to me, and I stifle a laugh.

It's like he can't get close enough to me, even in his sleep. I love how obsessed he is with me. I've never had that before, being someone's whole world, and now that I do, it's kind of addictive.

"Morning," I whisper, and he nuzzles his face in my neck.

"Morning, mate," he says, his voice raspy with sleep.

"What time is it?" I ask him, and he rolls over to look at his clock.

"A little after eight."

"Ugh, I should get going. I need to get home and start work," I tell him, and his grip on me tightens.

"Stay. Call in sick. Spend the day with me," he pleads, and I'm so tempted.

I do have sick days that I could use…

"If I stay, what will we do?" I ask, turning over in his arms so that I'm facing him.

"Whatever you want. We could go into town, or go hiking and for a picnic. I just want to be with you," he says, dropping a kiss on my lips.

"Alright," I agree softly.

"Alright?" He asks excitedly, and I laugh.

"Yeah, I'll stay. I'll spend the day with you."

He grins, kissing me harder. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my body against his in invitation.

"We should take a shower and get ready," he says, and I nod.

I gasp when he rolls us over and then lifts me up and carries me into his bathroom.

"I don't have any clothes here," I remind him as he starts the shower.

"We can stop by your parents' house and grab all of your things."

"All?"

"Well, you're moving in here, right?"

"We didn't talk about that," I point out.

"We will. On our hike."

I just shake my head as he carries me into the shower. I can feel his dick rubbing against my pussy, and I shift my hips, my thighs restless around his waist.

"Caden," I beg, and he nods, slowly lowering me onto his thick length.

"So good," he groans, his lips brushing over the bite mark he left on me last night.

"So big," I correct, and he grins.

"You love it."

I don't have time to respond before his lips are on mine, and he starts to move inside of me. I'm trapped between his hot body and the cold shower walls, and tingles race through me, but I'm not sure what sensation they're from.

"Fuck, Caden! Harder," I pant, and he does as I ask.

I can already feel him swelling inside of me. Part of me is surprised that we can still have sex. We did it so many times last night that I thought we would be exhausted, but it's like every time he touches me, I want him more.

"Right there!" I shout, my head falling back as he hits some magical spot deep inside me.

"Fuck, you're so tight. So hot. So perfect," he says, his hips thrusting against mine with each word.

"Caden," I sob, my body coiling tight.

My release is so close, and I know that it's not going to take much more than one more stroke to have me coming.

I blink my eyes open, wanting to see him when we both go over the edge. His eyes lock with mine, and I've never felt so connected to someone before.

I love you is on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow the words down.

I come a second later, and I scream his name as I come all over his cock.

"Astrid. Mate," he groans as he comes with me, and I lean my forehead against his, trying to calm my racing heart.

"Mine," he whispers, and I smile.

I kiss him softly, and he pulls out of me, reluctantly letting me slide to my feet.

"Alright, we can go get my things," I agree as he starts to wash me.

"We will. Right after I'm done here."

His hands start to trail over my breasts, and he gives me a heated look.

It's a long time before he's done with me. Not that I'm complaining.